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ON A CELEBRATED RULING ELDER.
HERE Sowter **** in Death does sleep;
To H-11, if he's gane thither, Satan, gie him thy gear to keep,
He'll haud it weel thegither.
ON A NOISY POLEMIC.
Below thir ftanes lies Jamie's banes:
O Death, it's my opinion,
Into thy dark dominion !
ON WEE JOHNNY.
Hic jacet wee Johnnie.
Whoe'er thou art, O reader, know,
That Death has murder'd Johnnie ! An' here his body lies fu' low
For faul he ne'er had ony.
FOR THE AUTHOR'S FATHER.
O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rey’rence, and at
tend ! Here lie the loving Husband's dear remains, The tender Father, and the gen'rous Friend.
The pitying heart that felt for human Woe; The dauntless heart that fear'd no human
Pride; The Friend of Man, to vice alone a foe; “ For ev'n his failings lean'd to Virtue's
66 fide *."
FOR R. A. Esq.
Know thou, O stranger to the fame
FOR G. H. Ese.
The poor man weeps-here
Gn fleeps, Whom canting wretches blam’d: But with such as he, where'er he be,
May I be fav'd or d-d!
A BARD'S EPITAPH.
IS there a whim-inspired fool,
Let him draw near; And owre this graffy heap sing dool,
And drap a tear.
Is there a Bard of rustic song,
0, pass not by :
Here, heave a sigh.
Is there a man, whose judgment clear,
Wild as the wave;
Survey this grave,
And softer flame
And ftain'd his name !